Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.